...You're not from around here, are you? You'd never see an Ala Mhigan strike up a conversation with a Radiata resident.

Man

But seeing as we're already talking, I have a job that's just right for an outsider like you. Talk with the girl behind that building over there, and she'll give you all the details. She's a bit testy, mind you.

Man

Did you find the lass I told you about? She's the one behind that building who looks ready to take a bite out of anyone who strays too close.

Woman

About bloody time. Here, take this supply crate and trade it with the merchant in Ala Ghiri for food. He's usually lurking in an alley somewhere. Shifty bastard. You'll know him when you see him.

Woman

Do not tell him a Radiata native sent you. There'll be no grub for us if you do.

Woman

Food. We need it. The trader in Ala Ghiri has it. Do I really need to explain this to you?

Merchant

You want to trade, you'll show me the goods first. Then maybe we'll deal.

Merchant

Gods, these are military-issue Mark XLIII sedatives! High quality stuff. Someone snatched a batch a while ago, but you wouldn't believe how quickly imperial medicines sell.

Merchant

Folk are always on edge around here, you see, never knowing when the Empire might decide to launch an assault. Some get so worked up that they can scarcely sleep without a little alchemical encouragement.

Merchant

How much do you want for them? I'm a bit curious how you came by this stash, but I'll take it off your hands all the same.

Merchant

...Food? That's it─just food? All right, well here's a sackful of assorted edibles. Nice doing business with you!

Merchant

If you come across any more of those sedatives, you know where to find me!

Man

Sorry about the lass─she's really a sweetheart when her belly's not rumbling.

Woman

Did you get the food? Tell me you got the food...

Woman

Oh, praise the heavens! And praise you, too, stranger. This'll be the first proper meal we've had in days...

Woman

Go back and speak with my large friend, if you would─I'd wager he'd like to show his thanks as well.

Woman

Did you speak with my friend yet? I'm sure he'd like to thank you, too.

Man

No troubles with the merchant, were there? Good. Take that sack to my irritable accomplice and watch her squeal with delight.

Man

Surprised to see us trading in imperial supplies? My quick-fingered friend once worked in a storeroom in Castrum Abania, and swiped those sedatives before she left.

Man

This settlement's full of those as used to labor for the imperial army. The folk in Ala Ghiri may have traded with the Empire, but even they spit on Radiatans─the army's “whipped curs,” they call us.

Man

That's why we needed you to make the deal. If one of us dared to set foot in that town, they'd chase us out with a hail of stones. Or worse.

Man

But now we can eat our fill, get our strength back, and try to move on. Kind-hearted heroes like you are a godssend...